Grief doesn’t disappear,
It crashes into one likes the waves on the rocks,
Then recedes quietly as it came.
Before the next wave.
It comes like a thief, stealing one’s breath
and thoughts – an uneasy return to the past.
One learns to adapt - to “live” with grief,
one never learns to forget it.
The memories surface at their own pace
And one’s will is no match,
One can only ride the tide
And wait for calmer waters.
Grief is an ongoing fact of life.
One with which one learns to live,
But never accept.
RIP little sis, you were loved, you are remembered!
